Leech nodded his head as his tail flopped flat on the ground as if the idea didn't make him very happy. He didn't follow her over to her brother, rather waiting where he had sat down at with his head downcast.

"With the way you were squirming about like a worm when you fell??" Torment asked, "That isn't a minor injury. You can't be a mechanic and not realize that. It won't take long, not long at all!" Torment seemed incredibly cheerful despite his earlier...indifference.

"I don't want to..." Bier whined, much like a spoiled child. His fear wasn't exactly hidden, and he could tell that Torment was enjoying it. There was no way the psycho would give in! Abruptly, Bier turned and ran. Bitz, although stunned by surprise for a few moments, quickly tried to follow him. To her, his actions just didn't make sense! Had he figured it out too, or was it just a sudden fear of doctors?!

Preside seemed most surprised by this action of all as if he saw no reason to be afraid of such a doctor. "Huh, our guests are kinda shy I guess."

"Hmm..." Torment seemed suddenly not near as amused at the fact they had run. "Why does everyone insist on running?"

"Oh I'm sure they'll be back." Preside waved it off as if it were no issue.

Leech stood whining about the fact they had run off, as he had himself pointed towards the direction his new friends had gone. No doubt he had wanted to run along with the two.

"Bier! Brother, what are you doing!?" Bitz called out to her brother, and finally he stopped as he realized Torment hadn't followed him. He hugged onto her lightly as she reached him.

"That guy... he's way too creepy..."

"It's okay, bro..."

Bitz explained everything she had figured out about the group they were supposedly allied with, and Bier grew sadder the further she got. "Then... then we have to get out of here!" he said once she had finished, and she nodded.

"We do, but if you're hurt like this we won't get far..." she pointed out. "You have to let him heal you. Maybe he's good." As she saw the hesitant and unhappy look her brother had, she sighed. "I'll be right there with you. I'll stop him if he does anything bad. Okay?"

"Okay..." Bier mumbled unhappily. "But after that, we take Leech and get out, right?"

Bitz, overjoyed with how he remembered her new friend, just nodded happily and hopped a bit. Trying to act like neither one knew the truth about their opponents, they begun to head back to Torment.

Torment hadn't gone too far, evidently he had assumed they would return on their own accord. For some reason or another he was holding Leech as he walked along, although the creature looked none too pleased. He kept mumbling something about how it should love whatever he had been talking about. He had taken no notice of Bitz and Bier as he headed to what was apparently like his little office.

"Hey! Torment, Leech!" Bitz called out to the two. "Torment, please let him go? I got Bier back... He just had a panic attack!"

Bier nodded, although he felt a lot like having another "panic attack".

"Panic attack." the zetraloid repeated as if he had been lost in thought. For some reason he had the creature cradled in his arms like it was some kind of baby but nearly dropped him once realizing his prior 'patient' was there.

"So then you've returned with half a decent mind??" He asked.

"Yes, panic attack." Bitz confirmed. She walked up to Leech to check that he was okay, while Bier just nodded worriedly.

"I've... returned, anyhow." he said.

"Hmm wise choice." Torment nodded his head one again seeming enthusiastic, "This way. My office is just right through here."

Leech flicked his tail back and forth, not harmed in anyway but most certainly ruffled so to speak.

"What was he talking about?" Bitz whispered to Leech as she petted him, checking for any damage. She was a bit relieved to find that he wasn't hurt, but kept it up for a little bit longer to make room for a reply.

Bier just followed Torment, glancing to his sister to whether she would actually come or not - the sight of her apparently having forgotten this was far from reassuring. He whined quietly.

Leech shrugged. He didn't understand half of what Torment told him. He just knew that if Torment was bored and had no one else to fix up so to speak, that Torment took a liking to 'modifying' him and that had never resulted in anything fun or painless. Out of everyone in this strange place Torment was certainly Leech's least favorite.

"It's not the most ideal." Torment informed as he held the door open--that was certainly unneeded in the description. It looked more like a butcher house or something of some sort of torture zone than a doctor's office.

As Bier started to enter the room, he froze up. It wasn't a doctor's room, not at all, and suddenly he felt like he would die. He wanted to run with his entire body, and begun to shake. "I... I..." he stuttered, but got nowhere.

Bitz got up to her feet. "Try to stay out of trouble, Leech. We'll find you later on. I have to make sure Torment doesn't do anything to bro..."

Leech tilted his head to one side then nodded as he hopped up and ran down the hall, uttering a shrill cry--not one of pain but it was still loud and high pitched.

"It's fine." Torment insisted as he welcomed them in, "I know it doesn't look...normal but don't worry about it."

Watching as Leech left, Bitz couldn't understand why he made such noise. It seemed like it would just get him into more trouble! Nevertheless, she shook her head and entered Torment's room. Just the fact that she entered made Bier follow, as he would never allow her to be in such a place alone - something she knew. And once he was in there, there really was no way back, so he sorrowfully tried to block out that strong feeling of wanting to escape.

"So which injuries hurt worst??" He asked as he shut the door and set about making room on a table cluttered with odd devices. He motioned for Bier to come over there.

Leech's unneeded noise had faded by now leaving them to an uneasy quiet with the rather strange zetraloid.

Hesitantly, Bier sat on the table where he had been told, shifting about a bit in an effort to become comfortable. This turned out to be impossible, however.

"T-The... the cuts in my side." he said quietly, motioning for where Leech's claws had torn him up. Bitz stood near the table, just so that she could keep an eye on the two.

"Ah yes, of course..." Torment drummed his fingers against the table as if he could barely wait to 'fix' this problem for him. He opened a drawer and rummaged through it until he had come across his apparent searched for item. It was a small little tool with a thin little handle. It looked more like a brush than any tool that would fix anything, well, more like a metal bristled brush or something. More like something you'd use to get something off the lining of a pipe. He held the little tool up he had pulled out as if to check it with his only visible eye then nodded his head.

Bier just sat where he sat, watching Torment. After all, what could he do?

... Except for wondering what a brush could possibly do to help him, that was.

Torment soon showed him what his intention of using such a strange little tool was, by basically poking at his injury with it and then more or less rubbing it against said injury with the statement of something along the lines of sanitation being quite essential--even though he evidently didn't care much, seeing as he had made no attempt to make anything else sanitary as he had said.

"I don't think that thing is sanitized..." Bier whined, shifting away from the prodding brush lightly. The bristles didn't feel helpful - quite the opposite!

"It's more sanitized than anything Leech touches." He answered as if this really made it better. "There's a chance it could cause a bit of...irritation." "Irritation' may have been an understatement of what it would cause as he more or less decided 'scrubbing' was in order which was none too gentle in the least. "Sanitation is step one to proper healing." He added just as happy as he pleased.

Bier yelped, moving further away from the brush as Torment began to downright scrub at it. "Stop it! You're making it worse!" he cried out, trying to jump down from the table and back off.

"I'm not making it worse!" He insisted, trying to grab Bier to keep him from running off, "it's for your own good! You can't have everything in life pain free!" All the same, he had disregarded his little tool...well on the floor of all places and reached over back into his drawer with one arm, fumbling through since he was trying to keep Bier around for his next tool of choice.

"How can that be for my own good?!" Bier whined, squirming to get free from the doctor's grip. This proved itself to be way harder than he'd have thought, due to him sitting down and all, and soon gave up and just sat there with his helmet fins pressed down. Worriedly, Bitz watched what happened, not quite sure what she was to do.

"Oh stop whining." Torment didn't bother trying to defend his earlier statement as he pulled out his next tool. At least it wasn't a brush. Instead he had some rather sharply pointed object which he didn't bother explaining the purpose of and rather just rammed it into the injured area. He was probably the most anti-gentle doctor ever.

"I have a reason to- wait what is that supposed to-" Bier cut himself short, crying out in pain and squirming around as the object was shoved into the wound. "What are you doing!?"

Bitz covered her ears, watching the scene with wide eyes. She really had to interrupt the two! This didn't look like any kind of medical practice as much as it looked like torture!

Torment shook his head as if Bier were totally over reacting. "Stop moving, you're making it harder." He left the object he had already shoved into the injury there and then grabbed something that looked more like pliers. Seemed he was using the first tool to kind of be a wedge and now using the pliers to more or less pull on the edge close to the cut, "I'm just seeing if anything got stuck in it first."